A Nightmare Wakes (2020) Movie Script
1
Oh.
Here I am,
writing you a beautiful sonnet,
in peace, finally leagues
away from our families,
and I get attacked.
Show me.
"An Ode to
Intellectual Beauty."
My love,
it's beautiful.
Shouldn't we have gotten
a carriage to Byron's?
It's only a 15-minute
walk from our cottage.
Besides, I'm fine.
Don't worry.
Let's enjoy our beautiful
new start.
If you're happy.
Sister! Sister!
Mary! Mary!Claire.
Do you think Byron will help me?
Wouldn't that be marvelous?
Help you?
My acting, of course.
I can see it already.
The Western stage.
Ophelia.
No, Desdemona.
And Juliet.
A lovesick teenager destined
for a tragic and violent death.
Now that you mention it,
moppet...
You'll see, Percy.
You'll see.
Do be careful
with him, sister.
Don't forget...
She's a haughty
young thing.
Claire, don't run,
sister.
She's excited.
Byron does throw
the best parties.
Oh, we still need
to unpack.
Please enjoy
yourself tonight.
I want you
to like my friends.
You found me!
-Byron.
-Percy!
Mwah!
Miss Godwin.
What do you think of
my not-so-humble abode?
Ooh!
Isn't she glorious?
Oh, hello.
Oh, yes.
Yes, you'll do.
Byron.
In. In.
Tonight, it rains.
Cocktails are inside.
Quickly, before John
drinks them all.
"One white skull
and seven dry bones,
on the margin of the stones,
where ..."
"Where a few
gray rushes stand,
boundaries of the water
and land."
Ah.
Bravo. Bravo.
Bored!
I'm bored!
Why must it rain
incessantly?
It's just
a first draft.
We need excitement.
Terror!
Quick, someone tell me
a ghost story.
No more ghost stories.
Feel my fingers.
I'm already chilled
to the bone.
I've often thought
how strange it would be
to write something
as dark as a ghost story.
You'd need to enter
the deepest and...
darkest corners
of your imagination.
I've got it.
A competition.
You may bore me now, my friends,
especially Polidori.
-Doctor ...
-But in my benevolence,
I give you the opportunity
to sound your voices.
Lend me your words,
and I'll lend you mine.
But don't be angry
when I leave you...
quivering with fear.
You'd need to awaken
your own nightmares.
-Mm.
-Byron, you're drunk.
Oh, shut up.
Look, friends!
Right after night.
What do you see
in the darkness?
The waves are dead.
The tides are
in their grave.
Darkness doesn't need our help,
only our scrivener.
Come, now, Mary.
Let's get you home.
No. No. No.
Percy.
Percy!
Oh!
I've got you, my love.
I've got you.
She left me.
She's gone.
I know.
Percy ...
Percy, in your expert
opinion, is that a goose, or ...
Hey! Hey!
I can't swim! I can't swim!
-Sink or swim, sport.
-Idiots.
It's not funny.
Hey.
Mary.
Hey.
It's alright.
Look at this.
It's beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Mary.
Come sit with me.
Oh. Water me.
I'm parched.
Thank you.
You know, my darling,
I think it's time we get
to know each other better.
Mary.
Mary.
She's a sharp girl,
this new one, eh, Percy?
Though, I must admit,
she's prettier than your wife.
What?
Some sort of wild secret?
Mary, in case you've missed it,
you're the other woman.
The mistress.
You're not quite
Mrs. Shelley.
I am aware.
Thank you.
So...
I'll be at Byron's.
Byron, I asked you
to be nice.
Mary.
Mary.
"Come...
to me...
in dreams...
my love."
"...with...thy kiss."
Was it the dream
about the door again?
Just before.
But this time,
it finally opened.
Come back to bed, love.
Tell me all about it.
This...
feeling...
I feel like
it's a story.
My story.
I feel like...
like Michelangelo.
Like Michelangelo?
Chipping away
at a block of marble,
revealing the life inside.
It's already there.
Mm.
I must simply
unleash it.
God, I sound mad,
don't I?
No. No.
What?
Come here.
What?
There are times, my love,
when I feel that
I'll never feel as powerfully
as you do.
Be gentle with me.
Always.
Everyone,
John needs attention.
I have decided
to call it "Vampyre",
a novel by the great
Dr. John Polidori.
I quiver at the thought.
I have no doubt you will,
George.
Because after all,
he's not a man ... not a man.
Instead, a creature who consumes
the blood of humans.
An autobiography, then?
It does sound
remarkably awful, doctor.
Well, tell us how yours
is so much better, then.
Do you even
have one yet?
Well, of course I do.
Go on, Percy.
Scare us.
I wish to tremble.
Well...
there were...
three lobsters.
Ridiculous.
I have nothing.
Um...
But ... But prepare yourselves,
gentlemen,
because it will not be I who
terrorizes your dreams tonight.
Well, Mary...
what have you got?
Were you competing,
too, then?
Tell them about your dream,
about Michelangelo.
It's too early
to speak of.
Oh, come now.
There's a hallway,
and a door.
Inside,
the feeling of something...
dead...
yet also alive.
It's the tale of a monster,
a creature who craves love,
but only knows pain
and terror.
Doesn't sound
very scary yet.
It is.
Anyway, it will be...
...assuming I
write it properly.
Now, tell us, Byron,
what have you managed to create
between cocktails?
Well, it seems
you've already won.
Percy?
"Our sweetest songs are those
that tell of saddest thought."
Oh, my love,
it's heartbreaking.
I didn't mean to, um...
Percy, what's wrong?
Is this from your father?
Mary, stop.
Make me.
Stop.
Percy.
Percy, what does it say?
It's my wife.
Your wife?
Mm.
What has happened?
She's dead.
While she was pregnant.
She walked into
the water.
She drowned them both.
I wished her gone
for so long...
...but not like this.
Pregnant?
With your child?
When you went home
for Christmas?
Percy.
Percy!
It's my wife.
She drowned them both.
The body.
Then, the doctor...
would be...
here.
"It was this dreary night
in November
where I beheld the
accomplishment of all my work."
No one would sell to me
at market.
Your father has
stopped his payments.
Yes.
How are we to eat?
I'm a poet.
I'm write for our supper.
But why has your father
stopped payment at all?
He no longer supports
our lifestyle...
unless we get married.
That's it?
Surely, the solut...
No.
I won't marry again.
I won't.
So, I'm to be your
mistress forever?
Abandoned whenever
your mind changes?
You are my partner for life,
not my mistress.
If you do not trust that,
then seek a better match.
And don't blame me for something
I've never promised you.
Percy.
Percy.
You're drunk.
Percy, stop it.
I love you.
Percy, stop it.
"To examine
the causes of life,
we must first have recourse
to death."
Mary.
Mary?
Mary?
Mary. Mary.
Mary, I've edited
your pages.
They're very good.
Truly.
Truly, I never knew you had
such darkness in you.
Mary, Mary,
y-you're angry.
Our fight
last night.
I'm so sorry,
my love.
I've been so caught up in
my writing, my wife, and...
Well, you're right.
Then, I go off drinking
with my friends, and...
I should have stayed here,
and apologized to you.
I'm a cad ...
a real cad, you know?
I don't mean to
continually disappoint.
I will be better.
Give me love.
Hey.
"It was this dreary night
in November..."
"...when I beheld the accomplishment of all my work."
Dr. Frankenstein.
Now this is
Mary.
Mary.
I said you'd better
shut that window.
Snow is coming.
Percy!
Mary?
Oh, you're awake.
What's wrong
with her?
Is it serious?
You're pregnant again, Mary.
No. I can't be.
No, I can't.
Not like this.
It's alright.
You must be much more careful
with this one.
Bed rest, no work.
We don't want another accident,
do we?
And my writing?
Take my advice or not.
It's your life.
I'm merely a doctor.
Perhaps I could talk
to Percy ...
No.
I'll speak with him.
A baby?
What did the doctor ...
Is it..
Is it safe?
Mary?
What are we
going to do?
We'll be more careful
this time.
We'll keep you calm ...
I mean...
about the baby.
Well, raise it, of course,
just like we planned to before.
Be serious, Percy.
We can't afford
our own costs,
and we're to add
another hungry mouth?
We'll make it work.
No, we won't.
What happened to the girl
I ran away with?
What happened to
"Forget the world"
and "It's worth it
for our love"?
She woke up.
We can figure it out.
What matters is that
we are together,
and I'll take care
of you.
For how long?
I left my family
for you.
I have been mocked
and ridiculed for you.
I have watched you
with other women,
and forgiven you for...
for...
And all I ask for
in return...
is for security ...
for money enough to eat,
for you to love me
as I love you.
Is that really so evil?
Please don't
do this.
I cannot lose another love,
another child.
If marriage is the only
solution, then so be it.
Don't say it
like that.
Doesn't matter
how I say it.
What's done is done.
When I am laid
Am laid in earth
May my wrongs create
No trouble
No trouble
in thy breast
Remember me
Remember me
But o-o-o-oh
Forget my fate
Remember me
But o-o-o-oh
Claire?
Claire?
Claire, sister,
is that you?
Victor.
Elizabeth.
Oh, Elizabeth.
"The saintly soul
of Elizabeth
shone like the street glance
of her celestial eyes.
She was the living spirit
of love and femininity,
and Victor loved her."
Don't leave us now, Mary.
The story's
just beginning.
"She weeps continually,
and accuses herself unjustly
as the cause
of William's death."
Percy?
-I'm shaking.
Percy.
-Night is coming.
You hear me?
Come on.
Let's get inside, yeah?
I thought of
a new sequence.
That's good.
Very good.
But darling, could you
not pause the writing for a bit?
Claire says you need bed rest
until the birth.
Until the birth?
Why, that's absurd.
What on Earth would I do?
Well, it's only
a few months.
Don't forget,
I've done something for you,
and you must take care,
for me.
You're both going to hold this
over my head forever, then.
Aren't you?
Mary.
I-I want to
make this work.
Please.
Can you stop?
Please?
Go home to Mary.
I would if I could.
Mary, stop it.
Mary. Mary.
Don't talk.
Just touch me.
I'm alright.
-I hurt you?
I'm alright.
Go to bed, Mary.
Go back to bed.
Mary.
Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop.
Wake up. Wake up.
I'm sorry.
-Percy.
-Percy!
Mary.
Mary.
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Shh.
Where is he?
Tell him to come here.
He's not here.
What do you mean,
he's not here?
Where else would he be?
Is he at Byron's?
He hates this, too.
He asks me to stay.
I stay.
He asks me to lay
in this bloody bed,
and I lay.
He even asks me to stop writing,
and I stop.
What else does he need?
You must push, Mary.
Where is he?
Where is the doctor?
Coming.
They come.
Now, push, Mary.
Push.
I can't.
I can't.
Where is Percy?
Bring him to me, please.
Mary, listen to me.
If you do not push,
you will kill this child,
and likely yourself.
Now, get ahold
of yourself.
Push.
Percy.
It is me,
if you wish it.
No, not you.
Please, God, not you.
I've missed you.
No. No. No.
I want my husband.
I'm what you've got.
I want Percy.
I want...
Do you want to die?
Then, push.
I'm here, and I will never leave
you again ... not like him.
He's beautiful, Mary.
Claire.
Wait ... Wait.
Victor.
Victor.
It lives.
He's hungry.
Not now.
Mary...
Take him away.
Take him away.
Take him.
That's not my baby.
Of course he is.
And he's hungry,
longing for you.
Take him away, Claire.
Wait.
What of Percy?
Bring him home
to me, Claire.
Tell him...
Tell him he has a son
who's in need of a name.
I can't go back there.
Lord Byron...
he ended it.
I thought you left me.
I have lost him, Victor.
I have lost it all.
"We continued to search
for him until night fell,
when Elizabeth conjectured
that he might have returned
to the house.
We went into the house
with torches
for I could not rest when I
thought that my sweet boy
had lost himself,
and was exposed
to all the damps and dews
of the night.
About 5:00 in the morning I
discovered my lovely boy,
whom weeks before I had seen
blooming and active in health,
stretched on the floor,
livid and motionless.
the print of the murder's
finger was on his neck."
Mary.
Is she alright?
She's alright.
And you have a baby boy.
"Never will I give up my search
for this horrible creature,
not until he
or I perish."
"Fare thee well.
And if forever, then still
forever, fare thee well."
Stop it.
Get off of her, you savage.
"Then, with ecstasy,
will I join my Elizabeth,
who even now prepares me for
the reward of my tedious toil
and horrible pilgrimage."
Percy!
You're here.
Can't you hear
him crying?
He's only
just started.
I have a baby.
Oh.
He has your eyes.
We should name him "William,"
after your father.
Give him here.
Oh, my.
He's sick.
Where have you been?
I lost track
of time.
For three weeks?
Forgive me.
You won't leave me again,
will you?
I'll die.
I know it.
I'll die.
Have you been writing?
I waited,
just as I said I would.
Be gentle with William.
You know he's not
feeling well.
Mary, do you know
what you're doing?
Of course I do.
I'm his mother.
Shh.
Percy, look how sweet he is
in my arms.
Our little boy.
Mary, give him here.Damn it, Claire!
Give him to Claire.
Please.
Mary.
Make love to me.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Go to sleep.
Lonely, lonely Mary.
You can't be here.
I can't want you.
"The blood flowed freely
in my veins,
but a weight of despair
and remorse
pressed upon my heart
which nothing could remove."
"I wandered
like an evil spirit,
for I had committed deeds of
mischief beyond description ...
horrible.
And more ... much more ...
was yet ahead."
Dear God.
Mary?
Mary, what's happened?
"I feared the vengeance
of the disappointed fiend,
yet I was unable to overcome
my repugnance
to the task which was
enjoined me."
Mary.
I think it's time for you
to take a break.
It would do you good to get away
from this cottage.
Or would it do you good
to have William all to yourself?
Mary, please.
Let's go to Byron's,
just for the weekend, yeah?
I'm almost done.
The final chapter.
You can stop now, Mary.
All the bills are paid,
food is on the table.
There's no need
for more pages.
Leave me be.
Mary.
Mary, we beg you.
"I took refuge
in most perfect solitude,
whole days
on the lake alone,
listening to the rippling of
the waves, silent and listless."
Do you hear yourself?
You're sounding mad.
And your jealousy
is sounding childish.
Jealousy?
You wish to stop
these words.
Why?
Because I challenge you?
Because the great Percy Shelley may
have finally found some competition?
Sure. Fine.
You want to be alone?
So be it.
What do you mean?
Percy!
Let me.
Percy, wait!
I'll stop.
I can. I will.
Victor, make this end.
I must stop.
I have worked hard
for years for the sole purpose
of infusing life
into an inanimate body.
And here it is
before me...
my creature.
My creature ...
she lives!
I can't leave her.
You have to
do something.
How have you grown years
in just months, moppet?
I love this family.
I can't watch it burn.
Please, Percy, we must
take William to a safer home.
Mary?
He sleeps.
He was crying,
but now he sleeps.
No.
No.
Mary, what's happened?
I found him.
He was...so still.
Give him back to me!
He cries for his mother.
-What did you do?
-She's killed him.
What are you
talking about?
Listen to his cries.
-The child is ...
-...dead, Mary.
He's not dead.
Mary, he's gone.
Cry for them.
Cry louder so that
they will hear you.
Victor, what's happened?
Restore his life.
Do for him what you did
for your creature.
Mary, stop.
My dear, I can't.
Mary, stop.
Please, sister.
Let me hold him.
Let me hold my baby.
Aah!
No.
No.
No.
No, not again.
Not again.
Mary, close your eyes, Mary.
Lock yourself in.
Open it for no one
but me.
What's going on?
I have a growing feeling
that it is not safe.
My creature is trying
to kill me.
Now, hurry. Go.
Remember.
I yet have power.
Yes.
I can make you so retched
that the light of day
will be hateful to you.
What are you
doing here?!
You are my creator,
but I am your master.
Now it is the innocent
who will suffer.
Elizabeth?
Elizabeth?
How could you?
Lifeless and inanimate.
Bye-bye, Beth.
Mary.
Elizabeth.
I'm not Elizabeth.
See me, sister.
You've been
very ill, Mary.
We thought it was just the
waiting, but it's much more.
It's time for you
to see a doctor.
My child is dead.
I need rest.
You need much more
than that.
Stop.
This is what you've wanted,
isn't it?
With me out of the way,
you'd finally have a family
all to yourself.
Mary, listen to yourself.
You've been ever so patient,
sister.
Come now.
Get up.
If this house
burdens you so much,
if my sadness is more than
your feeble mind can understand,
then it is you
who need to leave.
Do not forget,
Percy's my husband,
and you are a guest.
You are a guest
in our house.
I can't possibly
try to understand
the pain you're in...
but you can't blame me.
Do not!
Get out of my house.
Mary, please ...
I won't hear
your voice anymore.
Where will I go?
I don't care.
You are not my sister.
I never ...
Get out!
-I'm so sorry.
-Get out.
Claire.
Percy?
I want to fix us.
Shh, shh, shh.
That's what we need.
Another child.
We'll be together.
Percy?
What are you doing,
my love?
Percy?
Mary.
Is it you?
Victor.
Geez, Mary.
You and your fits.
You...
You...
Always you.
Jesus, Mary.
Stop.
Stop.
I thought this
might help.
What have you done?
What have you done?!
I was just
trying to help.
I was just trying
to help.
You spiteful,
jealous man.
How could you?
My novel!
That was my world!
I was your world.
But you left me.
I left you?
I left you?
You're right.
I drove you
to this madness ...
just like I did before,
with her.
I am not mad.
I choose this.
You can't leave me.
You can't leave me.
You wouldn't.
-Stop.
I love you.Then let me go.
Percy, stop!
Percy, please.
Percy, wait.
Percy.
We can fix this.
There's nothing left to fix.
Only fragments of the woman
I loved remain in you.
You're a monster, Mary.
No!
We were born for this.
We were made to withstand
this pain and torment ...
for each other.
Oh, God.
Percy.
Percy.
Percy!
Percy!
Victor.
"Beware.
For I am fearless,
and therefore powerful.
For if I cannot inspire love,
I will cause fear."
Percy?
Yes.
Shh.
There you are,
my sweet boy.
"Frankenstein"
is selling well.
Just as you said.
I told you the pages
weren't necessary.
We make a
beautiful family.
Don't we?
Oh.
Here I am,
writing you a beautiful sonnet,
in peace, finally leagues
away from our families,
and I get attacked.
Show me.
"An Ode to
Intellectual Beauty."
My love,
it's beautiful.
Shouldn't we have gotten
a carriage to Byron's?
It's only a 15-minute
walk from our cottage.
Besides, I'm fine.
Don't worry.
Let's enjoy our beautiful
new start.
If you're happy.
Sister! Sister!
Mary! Mary!Claire.
Do you think Byron will help me?
Wouldn't that be marvelous?
Help you?
My acting, of course.
I can see it already.
The Western stage.
Ophelia.
No, Desdemona.
And Juliet.
A lovesick teenager destined
for a tragic and violent death.
Now that you mention it,
moppet...
You'll see, Percy.
You'll see.
Do be careful
with him, sister.
Don't forget...
She's a haughty
young thing.
Claire, don't run,
sister.
She's excited.
Byron does throw
the best parties.
Oh, we still need
to unpack.
Please enjoy
yourself tonight.
I want you
to like my friends.
You found me!
-Byron.
-Percy!
Mwah!
Miss Godwin.
What do you think of
my not-so-humble abode?
Ooh!
Isn't she glorious?
Oh, hello.
Oh, yes.
Yes, you'll do.
Byron.
In. In.
Tonight, it rains.
Cocktails are inside.
Quickly, before John
drinks them all.
"One white skull
and seven dry bones,
on the margin of the stones,
where ..."
"Where a few
gray rushes stand,
boundaries of the water
and land."
Ah.
Bravo. Bravo.
Bored!
I'm bored!
Why must it rain
incessantly?
It's just
a first draft.
We need excitement.
Terror!
Quick, someone tell me
a ghost story.
No more ghost stories.
Feel my fingers.
I'm already chilled
to the bone.
I've often thought
how strange it would be
to write something
as dark as a ghost story.
You'd need to enter
the deepest and...
darkest corners
of your imagination.
I've got it.
A competition.
You may bore me now, my friends,
especially Polidori.
-Doctor ...
-But in my benevolence,
I give you the opportunity
to sound your voices.
Lend me your words,
and I'll lend you mine.
But don't be angry
when I leave you...
quivering with fear.
You'd need to awaken
your own nightmares.
-Mm.
-Byron, you're drunk.
Oh, shut up.
Look, friends!
Right after night.
What do you see
in the darkness?
The waves are dead.
The tides are
in their grave.
Darkness doesn't need our help,
only our scrivener.
Come, now, Mary.
Let's get you home.
No. No. No.
Percy.
Percy!
Oh!
I've got you, my love.
I've got you.
She left me.
She's gone.
I know.
Percy ...
Percy, in your expert
opinion, is that a goose, or ...
Hey! Hey!
I can't swim! I can't swim!
-Sink or swim, sport.
-Idiots.
It's not funny.
Hey.
Mary.
Hey.
It's alright.
Look at this.
It's beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Mary.
Come sit with me.
Oh. Water me.
I'm parched.
Thank you.
You know, my darling,
I think it's time we get
to know each other better.
Mary.
Mary.
She's a sharp girl,
this new one, eh, Percy?
Though, I must admit,
she's prettier than your wife.
What?
Some sort of wild secret?
Mary, in case you've missed it,
you're the other woman.
The mistress.
You're not quite
Mrs. Shelley.
I am aware.
Thank you.
So...
I'll be at Byron's.
Byron, I asked you
to be nice.
Mary.
Mary.
"Come...
to me...
in dreams...
my love."
"...with...thy kiss."
Was it the dream
about the door again?
Just before.
But this time,
it finally opened.
Come back to bed, love.
Tell me all about it.
This...
feeling...
I feel like
it's a story.
My story.
I feel like...
like Michelangelo.
Like Michelangelo?
Chipping away
at a block of marble,
revealing the life inside.
It's already there.
Mm.
I must simply
unleash it.
God, I sound mad,
don't I?
No. No.
What?
Come here.
What?
There are times, my love,
when I feel that
I'll never feel as powerfully
as you do.
Be gentle with me.
Always.
Everyone,
John needs attention.
I have decided
to call it "Vampyre",
a novel by the great
Dr. John Polidori.
I quiver at the thought.
I have no doubt you will,
George.
Because after all,
he's not a man ... not a man.
Instead, a creature who consumes
the blood of humans.
An autobiography, then?
It does sound
remarkably awful, doctor.
Well, tell us how yours
is so much better, then.
Do you even
have one yet?
Well, of course I do.
Go on, Percy.
Scare us.
I wish to tremble.
Well...
there were...
three lobsters.
Ridiculous.
I have nothing.
Um...
But ... But prepare yourselves,
gentlemen,
because it will not be I who
terrorizes your dreams tonight.
Well, Mary...
what have you got?
Were you competing,
too, then?
Tell them about your dream,
about Michelangelo.
It's too early
to speak of.
Oh, come now.
There's a hallway,
and a door.
Inside,
the feeling of something...
dead...
yet also alive.
It's the tale of a monster,
a creature who craves love,
but only knows pain
and terror.
Doesn't sound
very scary yet.
It is.
Anyway, it will be...
...assuming I
write it properly.
Now, tell us, Byron,
what have you managed to create
between cocktails?
Well, it seems
you've already won.
Percy?
"Our sweetest songs are those
that tell of saddest thought."
Oh, my love,
it's heartbreaking.
I didn't mean to, um...
Percy, what's wrong?
Is this from your father?
Mary, stop.
Make me.
Stop.
Percy.
Percy, what does it say?
It's my wife.
Your wife?
Mm.
What has happened?
She's dead.
While she was pregnant.
She walked into
the water.
She drowned them both.
I wished her gone
for so long...
...but not like this.
Pregnant?
With your child?
When you went home
for Christmas?
Percy.
Percy!
It's my wife.
She drowned them both.
The body.
Then, the doctor...
would be...
here.
"It was this dreary night
in November
where I beheld the
accomplishment of all my work."
No one would sell to me
at market.
Your father has
stopped his payments.
Yes.
How are we to eat?
I'm a poet.
I'm write for our supper.
But why has your father
stopped payment at all?
He no longer supports
our lifestyle...
unless we get married.
That's it?
Surely, the solut...
No.
I won't marry again.
I won't.
So, I'm to be your
mistress forever?
Abandoned whenever
your mind changes?
You are my partner for life,
not my mistress.
If you do not trust that,
then seek a better match.
And don't blame me for something
I've never promised you.
Percy.
Percy.
You're drunk.
Percy, stop it.
I love you.
Percy, stop it.
"To examine
the causes of life,
we must first have recourse
to death."
Mary.
Mary?
Mary?
Mary. Mary.
Mary, I've edited
your pages.
They're very good.
Truly.
Truly, I never knew you had
such darkness in you.
Mary, Mary,
y-you're angry.
Our fight
last night.
I'm so sorry,
my love.
I've been so caught up in
my writing, my wife, and...
Well, you're right.
Then, I go off drinking
with my friends, and...
I should have stayed here,
and apologized to you.
I'm a cad ...
a real cad, you know?
I don't mean to
continually disappoint.
I will be better.
Give me love.
Hey.
"It was this dreary night
in November..."
"...when I beheld the accomplishment of all my work."
Dr. Frankenstein.
Now this is
Mary.
Mary.
I said you'd better
shut that window.
Snow is coming.
Percy!
Mary?
Oh, you're awake.
What's wrong
with her?
Is it serious?
You're pregnant again, Mary.
No. I can't be.
No, I can't.
Not like this.
It's alright.
You must be much more careful
with this one.
Bed rest, no work.
We don't want another accident,
do we?
And my writing?
Take my advice or not.
It's your life.
I'm merely a doctor.
Perhaps I could talk
to Percy ...
No.
I'll speak with him.
A baby?
What did the doctor ...
Is it..
Is it safe?
Mary?
What are we
going to do?
We'll be more careful
this time.
We'll keep you calm ...
I mean...
about the baby.
Well, raise it, of course,
just like we planned to before.
Be serious, Percy.
We can't afford
our own costs,
and we're to add
another hungry mouth?
We'll make it work.
No, we won't.
What happened to the girl
I ran away with?
What happened to
"Forget the world"
and "It's worth it
for our love"?
She woke up.
We can figure it out.
What matters is that
we are together,
and I'll take care
of you.
For how long?
I left my family
for you.
I have been mocked
and ridiculed for you.
I have watched you
with other women,
and forgiven you for...
for...
And all I ask for
in return...
is for security ...
for money enough to eat,
for you to love me
as I love you.
Is that really so evil?
Please don't
do this.
I cannot lose another love,
another child.
If marriage is the only
solution, then so be it.
Don't say it
like that.
Doesn't matter
how I say it.
What's done is done.
When I am laid
Am laid in earth
May my wrongs create
No trouble
No trouble
in thy breast
Remember me
Remember me
But o-o-o-oh
Forget my fate
Remember me
But o-o-o-oh
Claire?
Claire?
Claire, sister,
is that you?
Victor.
Elizabeth.
Oh, Elizabeth.
"The saintly soul
of Elizabeth
shone like the street glance
of her celestial eyes.
She was the living spirit
of love and femininity,
and Victor loved her."
Don't leave us now, Mary.
The story's
just beginning.
"She weeps continually,
and accuses herself unjustly
as the cause
of William's death."
Percy?
-I'm shaking.
Percy.
-Night is coming.
You hear me?
Come on.
Let's get inside, yeah?
I thought of
a new sequence.
That's good.
Very good.
But darling, could you
not pause the writing for a bit?
Claire says you need bed rest
until the birth.
Until the birth?
Why, that's absurd.
What on Earth would I do?
Well, it's only
a few months.
Don't forget,
I've done something for you,
and you must take care,
for me.
You're both going to hold this
over my head forever, then.
Aren't you?
Mary.
I-I want to
make this work.
Please.
Can you stop?
Please?
Go home to Mary.
I would if I could.
Mary, stop it.
Mary. Mary.
Don't talk.
Just touch me.
I'm alright.
-I hurt you?
I'm alright.
Go to bed, Mary.
Go back to bed.
Mary.
Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop.
Wake up. Wake up.
I'm sorry.
-Percy.
-Percy!
Mary.
Mary.
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
Shh.
Where is he?
Tell him to come here.
He's not here.
What do you mean,
he's not here?
Where else would he be?
Is he at Byron's?
He hates this, too.
He asks me to stay.
I stay.
He asks me to lay
in this bloody bed,
and I lay.
He even asks me to stop writing,
and I stop.
What else does he need?
You must push, Mary.
Where is he?
Where is the doctor?
Coming.
They come.
Now, push, Mary.
Push.
I can't.
I can't.
Where is Percy?
Bring him to me, please.
Mary, listen to me.
If you do not push,
you will kill this child,
and likely yourself.
Now, get ahold
of yourself.
Push.
Percy.
It is me,
if you wish it.
No, not you.
Please, God, not you.
I've missed you.
No. No. No.
I want my husband.
I'm what you've got.
I want Percy.
I want...
Do you want to die?
Then, push.
I'm here, and I will never leave
you again ... not like him.
He's beautiful, Mary.
Claire.
Wait ... Wait.
Victor.
Victor.
It lives.
He's hungry.
Not now.
Mary...
Take him away.
Take him away.
Take him.
That's not my baby.
Of course he is.
And he's hungry,
longing for you.
Take him away, Claire.
Wait.
What of Percy?
Bring him home
to me, Claire.
Tell him...
Tell him he has a son
who's in need of a name.
I can't go back there.
Lord Byron...
he ended it.
I thought you left me.
I have lost him, Victor.
I have lost it all.
"We continued to search
for him until night fell,
when Elizabeth conjectured
that he might have returned
to the house.
We went into the house
with torches
for I could not rest when I
thought that my sweet boy
had lost himself,
and was exposed
to all the damps and dews
of the night.
About 5:00 in the morning I
discovered my lovely boy,
whom weeks before I had seen
blooming and active in health,
stretched on the floor,
livid and motionless.
the print of the murder's
finger was on his neck."
Mary.
Is she alright?
She's alright.
And you have a baby boy.
"Never will I give up my search
for this horrible creature,
not until he
or I perish."
"Fare thee well.
And if forever, then still
forever, fare thee well."
Stop it.
Get off of her, you savage.
"Then, with ecstasy,
will I join my Elizabeth,
who even now prepares me for
the reward of my tedious toil
and horrible pilgrimage."
Percy!
You're here.
Can't you hear
him crying?
He's only
just started.
I have a baby.
Oh.
He has your eyes.
We should name him "William,"
after your father.
Give him here.
Oh, my.
He's sick.
Where have you been?
I lost track
of time.
For three weeks?
Forgive me.
You won't leave me again,
will you?
I'll die.
I know it.
I'll die.
Have you been writing?
I waited,
just as I said I would.
Be gentle with William.
You know he's not
feeling well.
Mary, do you know
what you're doing?
Of course I do.
I'm his mother.
Shh.
Percy, look how sweet he is
in my arms.
Our little boy.
Mary, give him here.Damn it, Claire!
Give him to Claire.
Please.
Mary.
Make love to me.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Go to sleep.
Lonely, lonely Mary.
You can't be here.
I can't want you.
"The blood flowed freely
in my veins,
but a weight of despair
and remorse
pressed upon my heart
which nothing could remove."
"I wandered
like an evil spirit,
for I had committed deeds of
mischief beyond description ...
horrible.
And more ... much more ...
was yet ahead."
Dear God.
Mary?
Mary, what's happened?
"I feared the vengeance
of the disappointed fiend,
yet I was unable to overcome
my repugnance
to the task which was
enjoined me."
Mary.
I think it's time for you
to take a break.
It would do you good to get away
from this cottage.
Or would it do you good
to have William all to yourself?
Mary, please.
Let's go to Byron's,
just for the weekend, yeah?
I'm almost done.
The final chapter.
You can stop now, Mary.
All the bills are paid,
food is on the table.
There's no need
for more pages.
Leave me be.
Mary.
Mary, we beg you.
"I took refuge
in most perfect solitude,
whole days
on the lake alone,
listening to the rippling of
the waves, silent and listless."
Do you hear yourself?
You're sounding mad.
And your jealousy
is sounding childish.
Jealousy?
You wish to stop
these words.
Why?
Because I challenge you?
Because the great Percy Shelley may
have finally found some competition?
Sure. Fine.
You want to be alone?
So be it.
What do you mean?
Percy!
Let me.
Percy, wait!
I'll stop.
I can. I will.
Victor, make this end.
I must stop.
I have worked hard
for years for the sole purpose
of infusing life
into an inanimate body.
And here it is
before me...
my creature.
My creature ...
she lives!
I can't leave her.
You have to
do something.
How have you grown years
in just months, moppet?
I love this family.
I can't watch it burn.
Please, Percy, we must
take William to a safer home.
Mary?
He sleeps.
He was crying,
but now he sleeps.
No.
No.
Mary, what's happened?
I found him.
He was...so still.
Give him back to me!
He cries for his mother.
-What did you do?
-She's killed him.
What are you
talking about?
Listen to his cries.
-The child is ...
-...dead, Mary.
He's not dead.
Mary, he's gone.
Cry for them.
Cry louder so that
they will hear you.
Victor, what's happened?
Restore his life.
Do for him what you did
for your creature.
Mary, stop.
My dear, I can't.
Mary, stop.
Please, sister.
Let me hold him.
Let me hold my baby.
Aah!
No.
No.
No.
No, not again.
Not again.
Mary, close your eyes, Mary.
Lock yourself in.
Open it for no one
but me.
What's going on?
I have a growing feeling
that it is not safe.
My creature is trying
to kill me.
Now, hurry. Go.
Remember.
I yet have power.
Yes.
I can make you so retched
that the light of day
will be hateful to you.
What are you
doing here?!
You are my creator,
but I am your master.
Now it is the innocent
who will suffer.
Elizabeth?
Elizabeth?
How could you?
Lifeless and inanimate.
Bye-bye, Beth.
Mary.
Elizabeth.
I'm not Elizabeth.
See me, sister.
You've been
very ill, Mary.
We thought it was just the
waiting, but it's much more.
It's time for you
to see a doctor.
My child is dead.
I need rest.
You need much more
than that.
Stop.
This is what you've wanted,
isn't it?
With me out of the way,
you'd finally have a family
all to yourself.
Mary, listen to yourself.
You've been ever so patient,
sister.
Come now.
Get up.
If this house
burdens you so much,
if my sadness is more than
your feeble mind can understand,
then it is you
who need to leave.
Do not forget,
Percy's my husband,
and you are a guest.
You are a guest
in our house.
I can't possibly
try to understand
the pain you're in...
but you can't blame me.
Do not!
Get out of my house.
Mary, please ...
I won't hear
your voice anymore.
Where will I go?
I don't care.
You are not my sister.
I never ...
Get out!
-I'm so sorry.
-Get out.
Claire.
Percy?
I want to fix us.
Shh, shh, shh.
That's what we need.
Another child.
We'll be together.
Percy?
What are you doing,
my love?
Percy?
Mary.
Is it you?
Victor.
Geez, Mary.
You and your fits.
You...
You...
Always you.
Jesus, Mary.
Stop.
Stop.
I thought this
might help.
What have you done?
What have you done?!
I was just
trying to help.
I was just trying
to help.
You spiteful,
jealous man.
How could you?
My novel!
That was my world!
I was your world.
But you left me.
I left you?
I left you?
You're right.
I drove you
to this madness ...
just like I did before,
with her.
I am not mad.
I choose this.
You can't leave me.
You can't leave me.
You wouldn't.
-Stop.
I love you.Then let me go.
Percy, stop!
Percy, please.
Percy, wait.
Percy.
We can fix this.
There's nothing left to fix.
Only fragments of the woman
I loved remain in you.
You're a monster, Mary.
No!
We were born for this.
We were made to withstand
this pain and torment ...
for each other.
Oh, God.
Percy.
Percy.
Percy!
Percy!
Victor.
"Beware.
For I am fearless,
and therefore powerful.
For if I cannot inspire love,
I will cause fear."
Percy?
Yes.
Shh.
There you are,
my sweet boy.
"Frankenstein"
is selling well.
Just as you said.
I told you the pages
weren't necessary.
We make a
beautiful family.
Don't we?